Twisted-wonderland Novels Novels & Stories

“It’s not the smell of flowers. It’s the scent of the departed souls. Take note of it so that when I visit you someday after I have joined my ancestors, you would remember to give me water. Your grandpa came to visit us, so I had to give him water to continue his journey home. “I’m sure that, from the ancestral world, your grandpa is giving you his backing on the adventure of love that you will soon embark on. You may doubt it because your so-called education and books tells you nothing about these things. But trust me Quasi, whatever happens in the material world first happen in the world of the unseen.”

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

He pulls back as if I'm made of hot coals. For a moment, there's silence. He looks at me. I stare back. I want to feel that mouth again, but no, I don't want that, I don't want him at all. I'm only confused and on edge because of the fire. That kiss was bizarre, that whole thing was totally insane. My heart's racing, my head's pounding. Despite the profoundly weird shit that just happened in that private room, I need to get home. I can deal with that stuff later.

But he got worsened. I woke up in his arms. The first thing I saw was his eyes staring at me. But right there and then, I already feel something strange which I could not identify. I did not know what it was but my heart was telling me that something was wrong as I stared at his eyes... something was not right. He smiled. It was... something else. It was hard to tell what it was but it was strange... "Good morning," he whispered huskily. I swallowed hard, looking away. I tried ignore the bizarre feeling crawling in my whole system at the sound of his voice.

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

Grab your popcorn, cancel your plans, and buckle up - this ride is about to get WILD! Ava & Orion's chapter may be closed... But Holly? She's obsessed. And poor David Hunt (aka Mason)? He has no idea what's coming. It's steamy. It's forbidden. It's a full-blown scandal you won't be able to put down. The Book 2 is now available - "Twisted Devotion" Exclusively available on Readink or NovelFlow!!

I want to throw the document out the window and pretend it's all a prank, but everything in it is undeniable, there are notes by dad himself scattered all through the journal: January 2, 2009: Stephen returned to me with news, he killed them all. May 7, 2012: My right-hand man remains brilliant, Stephen brought a new take over plan. December 25, 2017: I tracked the video to the kindergarten and wiped them all clean, their death is simple and necessary. Merry Christmas. I shut the pages again as my omega starts to whine in me, mourning again the death of my father, this is another type of death that we are whining about…it's death of all the goodness he ever had in our eyes.

He wasn't really against reading mysteries but the fact that they tend to become repetitions and that the plot is always the same. But it was different for Iori's books. The book was simply interesting, the characters were complex and had a depth that he could sense coming from her, her plot had essence and originality that he rarely sees in today's novels, and there was this darkness lurking in the edges of the story. A twisted sense of humanity represented the culprit and his desires and motives. Overall, Jun liked her work, and he found himself respecting her as a fellow writer. If someone like her was to write a book with him, he had a feeling that they would create a masterpiece. And wi